Letters to Nowhere

August 15, 2015

Dear you,

I doubt you actually still remember me. With it being more than 3 years since I actually last saw you. I still think of you each day.
Do you remember the flowers you planted in your front yard? I do. They still bloom each spring which is a miracle. You have to see them because it's the most spectacular sight. A view to rival even the best botanical gardens. How you planted them randomly and in a mess, seems perfect now. The jumbled colors all together, blending and mixing. I see them through my window each day.
The garden has become slightly overgrown and I must apologize.

Love, me